St. Joseph’s College, Birkfield, Ipswich: Abuse Survivor.

Blogging this stuff is quite hard sometimes so I have to take time out to do life and focus on the good things.  Also, I believe it's im...

Another pointer to, and one of the main causes of my beginning to wake up to my own past:  my  brother, the family discovered, had been abus...

Just this morning I'd forgotten I'd told my wife I'd drop her off at our daughter's before going to work. This meant I was g...

I get it, life is tough for millions around the world. My Mum's stock response to us kids when we complained,  'It's not fair!...

This is never easy. Someone wants to know what year I went to St. Joseph's. I don't wish to be rude but I don't think my legal a...

I had left Oak Hill prep school a happy and inquisitive ‘A-stream’ child with a prize for one particular subject and a bit nippy in a r...

Here we go then. I was a pupil at St Joseph's College, Birkfield, Ipswich. This blog is part of my attempt to work through what, in rece...